Page 17 of Dark Little Game

But driving him insane almost feels as good as it would feel to fight him.

Psychological warfare hurts so good.

“Your ex touch you like this?” I ask him. I rock my hips forward a little, pushing my cock up against his thigh. “Or was he too busy cheating on you?”

“Mention my ex again and you’re going to be unconscious, Knox.”

“Wish you would try.”

“And that’s why you’re psychotic.”

“Andyou’retoo obsessed with following the rules, so you can graduate with a pristine record. You want to secure a job that gives you the fat stacks of cash you deserve. Is that right?”

I press a tiny little kiss to the side of his hair, just because I think it’ll piss him off.

His hair smells good.

Probably also some fancy shampoo my brother bought him.

“Quit acting like you know me,” he says. “And if you’re going to pretend you’re gay, at least pay alittleattention to my cock. It would be nice to feel something before I turn around and punch you.”

I push my fingertips a little underneath his waistband, but I don’t go anywhere near his cock.

He suddenly moves to try to break away from me, but as usual, I’m faster.

I hold him tightly and firmly on his waist, keeping him planted here.

And then I use my forearm to make a bar across his throat.

“I told you. Iknowyou won’t really fight me,”I tell him. “That’s why I can do whatever I want to you.”

He hisses as I give his waist a little pinch. “And all of it will be idle threats, I assume?”

“Let’s play a game. I have one knife in my front pocket, another in my back pocket, and a third somewhere else. Want to use your hands and find out where?”

“You’re right. My exdidn’ttouch me like this. You seem even more into me than he was, Hunter.”

I pull away from him suddenly.

I take away all of the physical contact at once.

Leaving him high and dry.

Punishing him for whatever bullshit he just told me and reminding him that I’m in control.

“You owe me,” I tell him as I smooth out the front of my shirt.

His bulge is obvious even in the low light.

He reaches down and rearranges his package, shoving his own shirt back into his waistband afterward, looking flustered enough that I almost want to touch him again.

“I should never have kissed you,” he says. “Made Mikael eat shit like he deserves, but it’s not going to happen again, Knox.”

“Not exactly the kind of kiss I’ll easily forget. You miss the part where I said I’m straight, Colson?”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Your cock felt pretty hard for someone who’s straight.”

The rage inside me is as familiar.